I'm Crushing on Gorgeous Faces in Variety Shows!-Chapter 392: Qing... Rong

Mu Qiu was telling the truth.

This dress was originally spotted by Zhao Yu, who insisted she buy it. She had only worn it three times, always when going out with Zhao Yu, who would ask her to wear it.

Although the dress’s zipper was on the side, the key was in the back. The entire dress could be laid flat, with the back being a part where the fabric on both sides overlapped and was fastened with a hidden zipper.

This design allowed her to look curvaceous whether she gained or lost ten pounds.

When the person behind her helped to zip the hidden zipper to the right position, she would adjust the side zipper for the desired fitting effect.

Previously, she thought it was too troublesome, but now...

It exists for a reason, and it’s quite nice.

Cheng Zhirang was momentarily stunned, turned the dress he was holding over, and took a look.

Sure enough, you could see there were two layers, connected by a very discreet zipper.

"Perhaps you should change..."

Mu Qiu quickly stated her position: "I want to wear this one now."

Cheng Zhirang was silent, then sighed, feeling he was only reaping what he sowed.

In the pink dress, Mu Qiu stood in front of the mirror, slightly leaning against the sink, her eyes meeting the man’s in the reflection.

"Is it done?"

Cheng Zhirang restrained his gaze, trying not to look away, gathered the fabric from both sides to cover her back, found the hidden zipper, and carefully pulled it up slowly.

He was afraid of scratching her skin.

A moment later, he said, "It’s done. Is it a bit tight?"

"It is a bit tight," Mu Qiu said with a slightly teasing tone, looking at him in the mirror. "My chest feels a little tight."

Cheng Zhirang thought of something, raised his eyes to the mirror, and met her gaze.

Indeed, it was a bit tight, and the curve at her chest was too pronounced.

He lowered his head to readjust: "How about this?"

"Much better."

Cheng Zhirang looked up again, frowning slightly.

Still too obvious.

"How about I help you pick another one?"

"No——way——"

Mu Qiu turned and leaned against the sink, looking up at him: "I just like the one I liked at first sight."

Cheng Zhirang placed his arms on either side of her, leaned down to kiss her, and whispered, "Really don’t want to change?"

"Brother Cheng, you’re cheating, using charm tactics."

He kissed her again, this time on her collarbone, and Mu Qiu slightly tilted her chin to accommodate him.

"Really don’t want to change?"

She laughed, "Just don’t change!"

Ultimately, they didn’t change it.

She had the freedom to wear what she wanted, especially since the dress was chosen by him, he could only say he deserved it.

However... the way this dress was worn was too suggestive.

Mu Qiu pushed him out of the room, and they returned to the bedroom next door.

The bed was a little messy, the clothes taken off last night were hanging on the bar at the bathroom door, and the man’s black belt was pressed on the woman’s nightgown, hanging down a long way.

Mu Qiu was looking for a necklace.

Last night, Cheng Zhirang had taken off her necklace, making her hold it in her hand, but at the time she was too out of it to know when it was removed from her palm.

But it was definitely on the bed.

After a while of searching, Cheng Zhirang found it under the pillow.

Mu Qiu rewarded him with a kiss on the side of his face, and then said to him, "Do you feel me wearing this dress isn’t quite right?"

Cheng Zhirang shook his head.

But she still gave a little more explanation, blowing into his ear, saying, "It doesn’t matter, after all, you’re the only one who can take it off."

Cheng Zhirang listened to her words, his Adam’s apple gently moving up and down.

Her skills were too high, just by applying some things she learned from books, he was completely defeated.

It shows that age is not an advantage in relationships; the one who dares to take action always has the upper hand.

...

It was Cheng Zhirang who drove Mu Qiu to the Hongda Building and, following her instructions, dropped her off outside the staff entrance of the large station next door.

Then he turned around and left under her repeated urging.

After all, he was a popular actor, and although not as busy as Li Yang, he still had quite a lot of work.

Mu Qiu wore a mask and watched his car merge into traffic before heading down that passage.

Halfway, she suddenly remembered she had told Qing Rong she’d be wearing green, so she quickly took out her phone to notify him.

[Change in plans, switch from dark green to pink, please reply if received]

[Qing Rong: Got it.]

[Qing Rong: Have you arrived?]

[I’m on level -1, do I need to cross the pedestrian underground passage??]

[Qing Rong: Yes, walk over.]

[Qing Rong: Should I bring some signed papers?]

[Come on, how could he come. How tall are you?]

[Qing Rong: 187 cm, are you using height to screen the target?]

[What color are you wearing?]

[Qing Rong: Black, can an undercover intelligence officer actively contact headquarters? Shouldn’t I be looking for you?]

[Raise your noble head, sir]

In the not-too-spacious underground passage, the man who had just come down from the opposite side casually raised his head and looked forward.

The person he had long admired was there, her mask taken off, smiling at him. Her slender waist and long legs were striking, seductive long hair with a chic dress, and when she looked at him with those exquisite eyebrows, her gaze seemed to draw him in—bright and beautiful.

Slender waist, long curls, long legs, radiant smile.

Every feature, just so coincidentally, hit his aesthetic preferences.

Qing Rong pushed his tongue against the side of his face, and lowly and surely called out two words.

"Mu Qiu."

Mu Qiu really hadn’t expected, that nowadays, even authors locked indoors all day with laptops had such high beauty standards.

Tall, slim, and delicate, with a stylish hairstyle, a high nose bridge, and wearing silver-framed glasses, looking a bit like a refined rascal.

She stepped forward a few paces, a bit unsure, "Qing... Rong?"

The man... the young man raised an eyebrow, took out a nameplate.

"Come, follow my lead, special guest author: Qing——Rong——"

"Tsk," Mu Qiu circled around him, "I thought with that name, you’d be a muscular rogue king from an Aristocratic Family."

He handed out the transition word very cooperatively: "But——"

"But I didn’t expect you to be both dominant and submissive."

"...you’ve been reading sentinels/guides fanfiction recently?"

When talking about slightly professional terms in their field, the familiarity came back to them.

Mu Qiu walked beside him, talking while he chivalrously guided her in the right direction.

"I haven’t been keeping up recently, but the last sentinel/guide book I read was too amazing, I can’t get it out of my mind."

Qing Rong had a constant smirk, both roguish and carefree: "So what are you reading these days? Tragic stories?"

"You got it right. Yesterday I read something off the top 10 list of tragic stories."

"Did the female lead die or did the male lead die?"

"Neither died, but they might as well have. The male lead’s death brings universal joy."

Speaking of universal joy, the two were just turning up the steps, Qing Rong extended his hand: "After you, great one."

Mu Qiu laughed heartily, "What etiquette should I use to thank you for your chivalry?"

"How did you know I’m planning a historical piece?"

"Oh, then I guessed wrong, I thought you were writing a medieval fantasy."

After all, his face seemed so fitting for Western fantasy.